[[[A tapping noise wakes Richard. He leans up and rubs his head.
He is a tan, healthy, and handsome teenager now, maybe fifteen to sixteen.
His brownish hair is mussed up. He goes downstairs, wearing only a loincloth,
his standard attire. At the table, fruit is set out for breakfast.
He grabs some and heads to the door, looking at the source of the tapping noise.
Lilli sits at the end of a home-made pier, tapping at a piece of wood.
She is the same age as he, and no less beautiful.
Her brown hair is long and worn loose over her shoulders, and
she wears a loincloth and a strip of cloth around her chest.
Her body is trim and healthy.
Richard stares at her, obviously infatuated,
and confused at the same time. She flips her hair around to get a better
view of what she‘s doing, then catches sight of him and smiles.
He goes down to her and sits nearby.]]]
RICHARD: Breakfast looks extra good today.
LILLI: Thank you. Don’t forget, it’s your turn to cook tomorrow.
RICHARD: I won’t forget. You’re the one who always forgets.
LILLI: What? What do I forget?
RICHARD: Y’ forgot to color your eggs for the hunt.
LILLI: (defensive) I didn’t forget. I just don’t think we should do it this year.
RICHARD: But we do it every Easter. The marks on the calendar say tomorrow’s Easter, so we MUST have the hunt.
RICHARD: How else do we know who finds the most eggs and wins?
LILLI: Wins what, Richard?
RICHARD: I don’t know. Nothing! Just wins.
LILLI: Seems silly to me. I don’t understand why we have to do it.
RICHARD: (serious) Cos mother’d want us to.